Aggrieved Fish Sprite

"got windy."

Meng Qi stood at the window and watched.

The tree swayed from side to side, and Meng Qi added a gentle palm wind to make the branches spread further.

I saw that the sky was gradually gloomy, and the dense clouds were tumbling, "flowing" to the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Mo Li was packing his bags in the house, and put Ayan Puka's letters beside him. Meng Qi had already seen these things, so he didn't need to carry them with him anymore.

They set a fire the night before, and Mo Li was worried that the scrolls and letters would be destroyed, so he took the tent beside the bed and wrapped them in a layer before wrapping them into a big bundle with coarse cloth.

The curtain is not an ordinary thing either. At first glance, it looks like auspicious patterns embroidered with silver threads, but they are actually Sanskrit characters arranged in palindromic circles.

The font is extremely small, and it is difficult for ordinary people to read clearly, let alone understand the words on it.

The ink carp recognized it as Sanskrit, but didn't know what it meant.

Thinking that most of the scriptures in Mojati Temple in Xiliang are written in Sanskrit, and there is a Sanskrit tattoo on the back of Ayan Pukar’s root that forms the meridian of leaves, so I took it with me that day.

Now hand it to Meng Qi, who read it carefully and said with a smile, "This is something very important, but it's worthless."

"What is it?"

"The martial arts classics of Mogatti Temple, Tianmo Bo Xunxiang."

After Meng Qi finished speaking, he rubbed his fingers together, and the light and thin curtain immediately broke into pieces.

When the gust of wind that happened to pour into the house blew, it flew out immediately, some fell into the soil, and some fell into the river, and they could never be put together again.

Mo Li closed half the window, took the last scroll and asked, "What's the matter with this picture of a tiger descending the mountain?"

If he hadn't painted the legend of a tiger appearing at night in the home of Sheng Yang Dao, Ayan Puka would not have thought that the original body of Taijing Dragon Vein was a tiger.

"These rumors are true or false, and times have changed, so it's extremely difficult to tell why, but Yang Daozhi—" Meng Qi pondered, guessing uncertainly, "Some people like to joke, and he is also good at making stone sculptures. He searched for good stone materials and made a whole set of twelve zodiac signs. Each stone carving was as big as a fist. His techniques are unique, for example, the lines and sleeves of the characters in the paintings are extremely detailed, which is contrary to the freehand brushwork of the predecessors. The details are also vivid, and none of them is rigid. Among them, the rabbit with one ear erected and the other ear drooping, grazing in a half-squat, Yang Daozhi put this rabbit sculpture behind the screen of the desk, and the temple lit lanterns at night. When I took a quick look, I thought there was a rabbit eating something in the house."

Gerbils live in the mountains, and they are very familiar with the way rabbits eat. Even the gerbils almost admit their mistakes. One can imagine how superb Yang Daozhi's skills are.

The light shines through the paper screen, magnifying the shadow.

"I remember that tiger, it was sleeping soundly." Meng Qi continued to recall.

Since there are stone carvings, as long as the location is clever enough, a sleeping tiger will suddenly appear in the eyes of the thief.

Being a thief is inherently frightening, and in the panic, there is no time to distinguish the authenticity, let alone look at a painting on the wall.When the arresters came quickly, everyone in the Yang family was startled, the candlesticks were all lit up, and the house was as bright as day, but the tiger couldn't be found, so people naturally thought of the picture of a tiger hanging on the wall.

Although the posture of the tiger in the stone sculpture is different from that in the painting, after all, it was made by one person, and there are always subtle similarities. The thief was so frightened that he ran out half to death, but when he was taken under custody, he couldn't find the tiger. A painting, maybe you believe it is true, and insist that it is the tiger in the painting.

People in the world like absurd tales, one spreads to ten, ten spreads to hundreds, and the more it spreads, the more distorted it becomes.

Yang Daozhi himself would not believe it. After looking carefully, he found that the problem was with the stone carving, and then slowly figured out the trick. Next, the servants of the Yang family saw fierce tigers in different shapes frequently. It should be Yang Daozhi found it interesting to "try out" new tricks.

As the rumors became more and more absurd, more and more people came to explore the secrets. Yang Daozhi immediately put away the stone carvings when he knew something was wrong, and he could brag about his paintings anyway.

Meng Qi had never seen all this with his own eyes, and only started from the details, and gave a very possible answer.

But Mo Li was fascinated by this, and murmured: "So that's the case, it's just that the records... didn't mention that Yang Daozhi was also good at carving stones."

"The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the talents of a gentleman. You can be praised for your outstanding painting skills. Carving stones is the job of a craftsman. It's okay for a literati to carve their own chapters. If you carve stones..."

Meng Qi didn't continue talking, and Mo Li could understand. Yang Daozhi didn't want to let outsiders know, and his relatives and friends didn't publicize it. After all, it was a matter of "fame".

At this time, the wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and thunder came faintly from the sky.

The ubiquitous aura of Feihe Mountain is actively responding to the coming rainstorm.

Mo Li noticed the change in the aura, and he couldn't help but walk to the window to look at the trees that were blown to pieces by the wind.

"Let's go when the rain stops."

Meng Qi didn't say where he was going, but Mo Li knew it all.

The Xiliang people have fled, and it will take a lot of work to clear up their remnants. The most urgent task is the drug that has flowed into King Ning's backyard.It's fine to change to another destination. There is a capable person under King Ning's command. If he finds out the usefulness of Afulong, and in turn gathers up the remaining forces of the Xiliang people and uses Afulong to plot schemes, things will be troublesome.

Even so, Meng Qi was still worried that he would not be able to catch up. Feihe Mountain was still quite a distance from Luning County, Yangzhou, where King Ning was located.

The aura is stronger, and people feel that they are about to be out of breath, but the dragon veins feel comfortable all over.

The ink carp's expression changed, staring at the southeast for a long time without moving.

That's where the wind comes from, and so do the rain clouds.

——Just the way to go to Luling County, Yangzhou.

When the heavy rain came, large groups of spiritual energy slowly rose from the streams and valleys and woods. In the blink of an eye, the entire Feihe Mountain became a "lake" in the eyes of Longmai, and water and spiritual energy were everywhere between the sky and the earth.

A thought suddenly popped up in Mo Li's mind, and he was taken aback by himself.

Yet the body reacts faster than the mind.

With a long dragon chant, a black dragon soared into the sky in the rain. Its slender and graceful figure seemed to be part of the outline of the mountain forest from a distance. When rubbing his eyes and trying to identify it again, the dazzling thunder light instantly illuminated the mountain forest.

In the reeds, the skinny young man who quietly climbed to the roof to memorize the waterway was terrified, his face turned pale.

He hurriedly wanted to get down.

Lightning struck trees so often in the past that it was too dangerous to be on the roof.

Halfway up the climb, the boy suddenly paused and turned his head in doubt.

It seems that something has passed?

The white shadows left by the thunder light remained in the field of vision, and they seemed to form a huge monster, covering the air above the head

"what!"

The boy's panicked cries were drowned out by the rumbling thunder.

He fell on the muddy ground. The muddy ground was soft and there was a lot of water, so he wouldn't get injured.

Regardless of wiping off the mud on his face, the boy stood up scrambling, wanting to see what the monster was just now.

It was dark in the woods, and the houses in the distance were a blur, and nothing was crushed.

He looked up subconsciously, and there was another flash of thunder, and at the same time, he vaguely saw the shadow of the "monster". It was so huge that it almost covered half of the sky. Bring down the disaster of extermination.

The boy was so startled that he sat back in the mud pit.

"What are you doing?" The swordsman pushed open the window impatiently.

This room was originally Ayam Puka's residence, on the highest terrain.

Su Li had heard the movement on the roof just now, but he didn't take it seriously after a glance, mainly because the boy was no different from a monkey in his eyes, no matter how he climbed, he would not cause any threat or trouble to him.

If it wasn't for the young man throwing and screaming outside, Su Li wouldn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Heaven, heaven..."

The boy stammered and stretched out his fingers.

Sukasa frowned and took a look.

Nothing but heavy rain, thunder and lightning.

"...Dragon, there seems to be a dragon." The young man trembled, unable to speak clearly.

Sukasa lost interest and slammed the window shut.

The killer doesn't believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, and dragons are also impossible.

Only the boy was left sitting blankly in the rain, brushing his hair vigorously, he sniffed and sneezed.

The door creaked open, Su Li strode out, picked up the boy and walked towards the cellar.

The thunder was so severe that the swordsman felt that the young man was timid, so he simply found him a safe place.

The boy struggled at first, then looked up at the sky stupidly, touched his face again, and finally looked at the swordsman with chattering teeth, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Sukasa: "..."

Isn't it because the rain didn't get on your body, so you fainted from fright?

The advantage of perfect internal strength is that it is self-warming in winter and not hot in summer, and it can also protect against wind, frost, rain and snow.

Su Li thought it would be good if he fainted, so as to save trouble, he continued to walk forward with a blank expression.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something, and raised his head vigilantly.

But both the black dragon and the golden dragon have gone away, and the trees are lush in the reeds. If it weren't for the storm, there would be no sky at all.Even now, it can only be discerned in the rain curtain as the trees fall down.

After looking for a while, he didn't find anything. The swordsman turned his head and forgot for a while in wonder, and suddenly found that the window of a house was open.

The rain was pouring into the windows along with the wind.

Su Li jumped over in three steps at a time, and sure enough, he saw that the room was empty, and the medicine bags and bundles were neatly packed and placed on the low table behind the drawer.

It happened to be sheltered from the wind, and there was a letter next to the short table, which was not sealed, but the writing brush on it rolled to the ground, stained with a pool of ink.

Su Li reached out to pick up the letter, took out the paper and saw that it was written to him by Mo Li.

The format is regular, and the handwriting is well-proportioned and strong. Mo Li is the most beautiful handwriting that the swordsman has ever seen, so he can recognize it at a glance.

In the letter, he once again told the people here to take the medicine according to the prescription. They may come back after a while. Now he and Meng Qi are going to continue to track down the drug, so they will leave today and remind Su Li to pay attention to the spiritual tit— —Except for the last sentence, these are very common words, what makes Sukasa feel strange is why the ink carp doesn't bring a bag?

He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but opened the medicine bag and took a look. There was no medicine in it (it was used up in the reeds), only a set of silver needles, a landscape painting signed by Mr. Jin Shui, and a picture of Yang Daozhi's tiger descending the mountain. .There is a purse, but almost no money, and a change of clothes is also old.

Su Li even recognized that the top two sets of clothes were worn by Mo Li and Meng Qi today, they were folded hastily, unlike other clothes, they seemed to be folded and stuffed in hastily.

Strange, those two couldn't walk naked!

The swordsman shook his head violently, looking at the rain outside, he thought that such a heavy rain would be enough with internal strength.

It's good that there are layers of trees in the reeds, but if you walk outside, you might be blown into a stray goose-forced to use light work to fly crookedly.

But since he will be back, it is possible to pack lightly and take no extra things on the road.

Sukasa simply didn't want to think about it anymore, he put the things back and closed the doors and windows again.

***

Feihe Mountain is full of aura, and there are dragons flying in the sky against the wind.

In the mountain temple in the fishing village, several villagers were trapped inside by heavy rain.

Daoist Hu ran away suddenly, which made them feel confused, so they went to Shanshen Temple today to have a look.

One of the old people was sitting alone. When he saw the clouds in the sky rolled up and a foreign object appeared vaguely, he stood up suddenly.

"dragon……"

The old man was shocked and suspected that he was wrong.

Getting up so fast made the old man dizzy for a while, and the people next to him hurriedly supported him.

"What's wrong with you, Uncle?"

"It's okay, it's okay...Bless the mountain god, there will be no major incidents." The old man muttered subconsciously.

As he said that, he was about to laugh when he suddenly remembered yesterday that Daoist Hu came to ask about the past, so he trembled and tightened his clothes.

The wind blew the rain onto his wrinkled face, and the old man who was immediately helped to a shelter from the wind quietly shed a line of tears, and finally said nothing.

Surrounded by thunder and heavy rain, the golden dragon chased the black dragon across several valleys and streams.

When passing the deepest cliff, a huge blue dragon figure rushed out from the mountain stream, raindrops passed through the nothingness, and the scales shone brightly.

The black dragon didn't stop to greet, it looked back vaguely, stretched its body, circled around and left again.

Qinglong stood still, just looking at their backs.

I don't know how long it took, the rain gradually weakened, and the green dragon sank into the valley again with a long cry of thunder.

Never show up again.

The author has something to say: There is a detail in the last chapter that you didn’t pay attention to. According to the saying that the fishing village believes in the mountain god, only the affairs in the mountains are under the control of the mountain god, and the other things are not even having children to make a fortune.The old man's son, daughter-in-law and grandson's family went out and never came back. The old man said that he believed in the protection of the mountain god, but in fact... would the mountain god protect those who left the mountain?Of course not!

The old man was actually very sad, he knew that his children and grandchildren might die.

But Su Li didn't react, and Mo Li Meng Qi didn't expect this either. The protagonist is very powerful but still ignores some of it. After all, he isn't really a god, and he can't read minds. I haven't seen this kind of description in other people's mouths. The expression of the old man.

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Gerbil sluggish: doctor... on site, on site undressing

Gerbil Kantian: I really want to go too

The national teacher hurriedly packed up his clothes, then ran away with 【】